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Twelve a Year JANUARY
I woke up not knowing where to go for how I wanted to portray my photo project. I thought of driving to the beach, mountains, and forest. I decided to go back to a forest I hadn't visited from when I first found it. I ended up climbing up the wrong hillside since the memory markers were from three years ago. When I finally found it, I felt in awe just as the very first time. This place is a hidden secret I stumbled upon and you can only find it if you take the path less traveled. Sometimes you need to go off course in order to find what you never knew you were looking for. It will sometimes find you instead.
Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.
I find that I don't take a lot of photos in my underwear. On one hand, it feels too revealing for a more casual setting, especially since the underwear tend to reveal the contours of what's underneath. So I opt for just a shirtless photo. But in a setting where it's expected for me to show my body, an underwear photo feels underwhelming when I could just be naked. I suppose I should just share these photos more in both settings. I value being authentic and vulnerable, and presenting myself in nothing but underwear can be a relatively safe yet poignant way to do that.
I met this gent and his lady friend at the marine lake in New Brighton, i thought they looked great and so i asked if i could get the shot to which they kindly obliged, I think they were oblivious to the relentless sneers and stupid looks they were getting from passers by, people with no style or sense of self expression, no individualism, just fashion freaks on a monotunous highway, I take my hat of to people like this, saved me a trip to Whitby bay :-)
for my Killa, happy 14 months together my love. I thankyou for being my person. The one I love and adore more than anything I have ever in my life. You made me love in ways I never have before, never thought was possible for me. You came into my life on March 27, 2022, fate in itself Imo. We became a couple on May 7, 2022, now today, July 7, 2023 we're together 14 months. 2 years and 2 months. Fuxking wild and crazy in the best fxcking way! thankyou! thankyou for your love! I love you with ever fiber of my being, my whole heart and I promise to love and cherish you forever and always. ♥ I am yours! never forget it! xoxo
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/07/pants.html
Pants: H&M
Shirt: Woolrich
Suspenders: Vintage from Etsy (20somethingvintage)
Flower on hair: Anthropologie
Cameo ring: Vintage from Etsy (PhoenixFindings)
Invisible shoes are gray Oxfords
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/06/inspired-by-the-...
Sunglasses: Vintage from Etsy (Archivia)
Top: Anthropologie
Skirt: Anthropologie
Shoes: Xhilaration
Belt: Anthropologie
Purse: I got it in Vietnam when I went there with Bill
Yellow headband: handmade by myself.
Poor Harold was robbed of everything while he was taking a shower in his RV, all his clothes and belongings gone. The only things they left was 6 cameras and a bucket of silver paint.
If you want more updates over the year follow me at www.instagram.com/jamenpercy
Confident woman in a stylish black leather jacket poses against a dramatic swirling background
A striking woman with long, flowing red hair stands confidently in a black leather jacket and dramatic red skirt. The swirling background adds a bold artistic touch to the scene.
"Storm in Scarlet"
She stands where the wind is made of color,
where the air itself swirls in painted motion—
a living canvas of bold defiance.
Red hair, a banner of fire,
streams over the black sheen of leather,
its edges catching the light like a promise.
The skirt—scarlet as a heartbeat—
cuts through the storm behind her,
a flash of passion against the chaos.
Her gaze is unshaken,
a steady flame in the vortex,
owning the space as if it were built for her alone.
Every line of her stance speaks
in the language of confidence—
hips squared, shoulders back,
the world bending subtly toward her gravity.
She is fashion and force,
art and attitude,
a portrait of modern glamour
wrapped in the electricity of self-expression.
In this moment,
she is not just part of the scene—
she *is* the scene,
the storm’s center,
the reason the colors move at all.
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/11/paper-bees.html
Pants: Jones NY
Blouse: For Joseph
Boots: Fluevog
Embroidered bag: Anthropologie
Beret: Nordstrom
Necklace: Vintage
Socks: Target
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/08/romantic.html#co...
Top: Anthropologie
Skirt: J.Crew
Shoes: Aldo
Headband: Anthropologie
Necklace: Old piece
Coat: Forever (and ever) 21
Pants: Jones New York
Shoes: Lower East Side (via Payless because why Paymore? :o)
Scarf: I got it in Madrid many years ago
Pin: Handmade by me
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/03/yellow.html#comm...
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/12/ruffles-everywhe...
Sweater: Love Stitch
Skirt: Forever 21
Boots: Anthropologie
Beret: Handmade
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It’s been 4 weeks since we got the order to shut our gym doors. I remember walking into work that evening and feeling such an ominous energy in the club. Earlier that morning, I had the unsettling feeling that my 5:30am cycle class would be my last. We got call after call that night asking if we were going to shut down, what would happen to their dues, etc. It was overwhelming – here people were worrying about monthly dues but I was worried about my paycheck. Together with our general manager, we closed the gym down. It was so strange. What now?
That night, I shared on Instagram to check in on me because I was not okay. The truth is that I wasn’t, my life and routine had all of a sudden been spun around. For a week I felt the ups and downs of this “new norm,” of no gym and being mandated to stay home. Once the storm passed and I settled into a new routine, I learned that I really was okay and that I would be just fine.
This new norm is an interesting one. As she sits waiting for time to go by she is protected by the safety of her nest, yet it is that same nest that keeps her distanced from the world. She wears a mask to represent the facelessness we are all feeling by being disconnected. Her mask and gloves keep her safe but it is her overwhelming emotions that are the real problem. She sits in near darkness waiting for the dawn to come once again. This has become her new norm.
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/09/green-skirt.html
Skirt: For Joseph
Shirt: Vintage
Shoes: Wanted
Belt: Forever 21
What sets you free? How will you create from a place of pure “youness”?
(Full blog: www.photographythrive.com/roses-for-the-dead/";
I am so grateful to Mrs. Death (as weird as that sounds) because the project of bringing her to life has – in its own way – set me free. There was something so incredibly liberating out of creating with a set prop and just letting your imagination run 100% completely wild. The best part is that I set aside my personal fears of judgement, tucked my head down and just created. At four images so far, Mrs. Death has taken a life of her own. She is dramatic, quirky, slightly humorous and caring. Just because she comes for those who are dying does not mean that she does not honor or respect the dead.
“Roses for the Dead” was created from a place of honoring those who’ve died and especially those who have passed with no one to mourn them. Mrs. Death comes to seek the dead with a red rose to honor their human lives.
I hope to be able to continue this project throughout the year. As a little girl, I have always had an interest in skulls and skeletons. I am grateful that my Mom never tried to change my interests or make me feel like something was wrong with me. Later on, I was judged for wearing my skeleton hoodie in July – someone walked up to me and told me that it wasn’t Halloween yet with a tone of slight disgust. I’ve never truly cared about such things but this person caught me during a vulnerable moment where that comment was like a seed planted in my heart. Basically, it was not okay to be 100% me – just the part that doesn’t weird people out is ok. Well, I am here to tell you (five or so years later) that being 100% me is the best feeling in this world and Mrs. Death has shown that to me.
Be free, be weird and most importantly be fiercely you because no one out there will ever come close.
I cannot conquer my "demons" because I am my "demons" ... to conquer is to die... right? - me (yes I'm morbid. whatever.)
Twelve a Year FEBRUARY
Year of the Ox!
Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/07/max-studio-dress...
Dress: Max Studio
Oxfords: Jeffrey Campbell
Belt: Vintage
Large gemstone necklace: Made by myself
Flower pin on hair: From Etsy (Nonsuch)
Cameo Ring: Vintage from Etsy (PhoenixFindings)
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/10/polka-dots-dress...
Dress: Mod Cloth
Shoes: Anthropologie
Bag: Gurka
The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
- Alan Alda
Give me five, the weekend is here. Enjoy your weekend, people.
Hand and ball Street art by Robert Crompton and Robyn Spencer Crompton.
Seen on The Sculpture Trail in Geyserville, California.
Nights in red satin
Never reaching the end
Letters Ive written
Never meaning to send..
Night in red satin.. how could I ever forget.
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/11/light.html
Dress: Ophelia
Shoes: Bandolino
Belt: Handmade by myself
Coat: Ambassador Roberta (Tiny store here in Los Angeles)
Pants: Jones New York
Shoes: GEOX
Hat: Ambassador Roberta
Brooch: Vintage from Etsy (20thCenturyFinds)
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/03/new-white.html#c...
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I give you this rose in full bloom as a part of a new chapter,
The part inside of me that is blossoming.
All around me is decay,
This old shell of mine,
Crumbling into pieces.
For so long I hid my true self,
I hid who I wanted to be,
From myself.
From the world.
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